Everything ached. And it wasn't just the explosions; whatever smoke was in those pumpkin bombs made Peter's throat burn, his mask filtering out almost nothing, and he barely managed to push himself up to look at the figure hovering over his half-sprawled form.

"No," he said, voice raw. "You can't be... You're dead. I saw you die!"

"Really, Spider-Man," Norman Osborn said, in that same no-nonsense, unimpressed voice that Peter had heard him insult Harry with a thousand times. "You need to stop falling for such obvious lies." He pulled the mask over his head, and the Goblin grinned at Spider-Man then, the voice changer shifting Osborn's pitch to familiar, manic tones. "Or your career is going to be cut tragically short."